Drops on bus window
why do some tarry, others
plunge headlong to ground?
☯
Nearsighted, sensing
rain through library window–
a shiver in air.
☯
Will you stop to count
how many short messages
written on your clothes?
☯
After twenty years
I’m unfriended, for getting
David Bowie wrong.
☯
Purple air mattress
outside Portland; too tired
to switch off the lights.
☯
Three thin monks, southbound
pass a street hawker sporting
that same shade of orange.
☯
Old man shakes his head
but does not move over,
his thumbnails, talons.
☯
On her knees, she sings
at the church door, 10 pm;
is He still at home?
☯
Heat on my left foot
toes crimped against the dresser,
enough for tonight.
☯
“Live in the moment!”
…well, except for that clogged drain
back in my shower.
☯
The madwoman!
I shrink from her yells; will she
dive out her window?
☯
“Fifty Shades of Grey”
scans well enough for haiku…
some lousy porn, though.
☯
My accomplishments
on the scale of one soup bowl,
don’t amount to much.
